Oh god I couldn't do this now, she couldn't handle this right now. That bastard. Why couldn't he just walk away be the gentleman for once in his life and leave her alone he didn't need to twist that dagger anymore he'd done that enough already. And yet, standing there not twenty feet away from me their he was with my cell phone clutched in his hands. I closed my eyes willing composure.

"Dammit Dean just leave her alone. Please not this, not right now. Can't you see how hurt she is already." I pleaded. My words were as strained and tired as I was but still hushed trying to keep Rory in her placid sleeping state.

"Oh but she seemed quite willing to jump into your arms for comfort." Dean spat. I was so tired, bone weary of Dean's accusation he acted as though we were a couple or anything beyond friends (not for lack of trying on my part I must admit.)

"You know it wasn't like that. And the only reason she came to me for some comfort was because you refused to be their for her. You would rather blame her or myself for all your possession problems then confronting them like a man. You let your fear of losing her blind you from the fact that you were slowly and throughly severing the ties that you were trying so hard to keep." I retorted. I knew I should stop and that I was only giving him more reason to carrying on like a deranged love stricken psychopath. But he needed to hear this, not all of the blame can rest on my shoulders it was his fault. Even if he wasn't up to admitting it.

"Every freaking time I was mentioned you'd flip and pull a full on Lizzy Borden without the axe thing. And you'd make her feel so bad about herself that she needed a shoulder to cry on and I became that solace for her." "Because you wouldn't be." I added almost as an after thought.

He was trying hard not to hit me I could tell by the way he kept clenching then unclenching his fists and the eviscerating hot anger in his eyes. This enraged me even more then his words he had no right to stand their and attack me I had done nothing wrong. The whole situation had such a dark humor to it. I mean was he seriously standing their all dark and brooding with that sinister I'm going to stab you look in his eyes just for being their for his ex girlfriend? It seemed inconceivably sad and pathetic that he would resort to this. The anger that I kept pushed down still simmered in the pit of my stomach was rising with a nauseating quickness.

I knew if I didn't get him away from Rory soon she'd be woken up to blood splatter, his and mine. I was tired of being the noble one the one willing to leave to spare her feeling and stress. Dean was in for a serious reality check. And I wasn't sure if I was man enough to walk away this time. I bit my lip and tried to keep my anger and frustration under check. Settle down don't give her more to worry about don't put her in that place I silently reminded myself.

"Dean please hand me my cell phone and walk away." I asked resignedly for the second time that night. I stood slowly and placed Rory delicately on the cold wooden bench beneath us. And drew myself to my full height trying to assert some authority over the situation.

That's when it happened. Have you ever had a moment in your life when it just seems so ironic and surreal, that's what this felt like. It was almost as if I was a bystander instead of the one on the receiving end of such a scornful look. He tossed my cell on the bench near Rory's waist. And started towards me with a menacing glare in his cold brown eyes. I saw him getting nearer and tried to form a coherent thought or plan of action. My mind was reeling I saw him raise his fist and out of the corner of my eye I saw Rory begin to stir. Damn I thought now what am I going to do?

It was a defining moment in my life. I could fight back, get a black eye or a bloody nose and throw a few punches and maybe cause some substantial pain myself, but really was all that I stood to lose really worth all that I stood to gain? I mean all I would get out of it was a sore face and the loss of Rory's respect and trust. I'd be throwing myself in with Dean and doing the exact thing she had wanted to avoid. I needed to be the bigger man. She needed me to be the bigger man. And as hard as it would be I was going to do it

So I stepped back it was hard for me, but I did it regardless."I'm not going to fight you." I uttered with as much conviction as could muster. As bad as I wanted to hit him and force him to feel just a little retribution for the pain that he had caused. Rory just sat their watching the scene unfold mouth agape with the shock of it all.

"Oh c'mon bible boy be a man fight me." He taunted.

"That's what I am doing don't you see?" I began "Rory can't deal with this now your sad and your hurt and for that I am sorry but you just need to walk away." I said tiredly. I saw the fight slowly drain from him and a wave of pity washed over me this was a man who really was an ok guy he acted the way he thought was best in a situation. Granted it was the wrong way and he hurt someone I loved but not intentionally. And I in some warped way could identify with him. This was a man who had been savagely beaten by circumstances and I felt, at least a little for him. Even though I wanted to hit him I wouldn't, I needed to prove to Rory that I wouldn't do that to her.

That she could trust me with her heart and even if she broke mine I would try my damnedest to avoid breaking hers because she deserved more then that.

Dean turned then doing for the first time in his life the right thing. Being the adult walking away even when it was the hardest thing he'd had to do in his entire life."Goodbye Rory..." He muttered turned on his heel and walked away shaking his head and chastising himself the entire way home.

I turned to Rory when I was sure Dean was gone held my hand out to her and said "c'mon I'll take you home." She smiled Tentatively and took my hand delicately in her own and we began to walk. We didn't talk the entire way home we were both to absorbed in our own thoughts and the enjoyment of one another's company to fill the air with lame pleasantries.

When we reached her door she whispered thank you kissed me on the cheek and gave me a lingering hug. I smiled bemusedly and genuinely and walked back to my car my cheek tingling the entire way. My mind filled only with thoughts of the angel whom I had just walked home.

A/N I hope you like this chapter it's a confusing one I know but I wanted you to understand that Dean while he could be an ass knew when to walk away and I know some of you wanted an Dean/Tristan fight but I wanted to show how much Tristan's grown up. Please tell me what you think I'm dying to know I live for these reviews people. PLEASE REVIEW!